One of my daydreams/hermit fantasies is to live in one of the Chesapeake Bay screwpile lighthouses like this one:
I'd have a nice rifle and some handguns along with me, and I'd shoot at plastic bottles floating by. I'd sit on the outer deck in a rocking chair with the rifle across my knees: creeeak...creeeak...creeeeak...creeeak...BANG! I'd fish, and crab, and holler at trespassers...
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Rifle?
Oh, no. That's what belt-fed machine guns are FOR!
And I'd have me a harem of Hooters gals...to bring me beer and wings 24/7, of course.
i'll come visit ???
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